wasn’t calling him as much, although he stayed on my mind. I had been looking at properties in New York and was slowly referring my patients to a colleague.
Dorian called one day insisting that we meet. From the sound of his voice, something had him spooked. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t surrendering to his request.
I packed my things and left the office early. I wanted to go and take a much-needed nap. When I got home, I had several messages from some guy named Montez. He left a number for me. Before I could return his call, he phoned again.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hi. Sorry to bother you, but I really need to speak to you about your man,” he said.
“You have the wrong number.”
Click.
The phone rang again. “Hello,” I said.
“I’m talking about your man Dorian,” he stated. His words startled me as I went to hang up again.
“Don’t disconnect me again. Hear me out,” he said.
I don’t know why I didn’t end the call at that moment. For a few seconds, I remained speechless.
“This is his lover. I’ve been sleeping with Dorian for a year now. He said he was going to tell you, but I know he hasn’t.”
I fell silent as the man explained in explicit detail how they had been dating and Dorian was supposed to break up with me. I had heard enough.
“You still have the wrong number.”
When I hung up the phone, there was a lump in my throat the size of a bullfrog. I instantly felt like I couldn’t breathe. I thought of all the times I had sex with that short-dick man and how he loved fucking me in the ass. I had used a condom every time, but I still felt disgusted knowing Dorian probably had been sucking that man’s dick the same way he had licked my pussy.
It wasn’t long before I received a knock on the door. It was Khalil and some of his friends.
“What’s up, soror?” Khalil said, brushing past me.
“Hey, frat. What’s going on? What are you so elated about?”
“Because we got you, sis.”
“What do you mean?”
“You should have heard the frustration in your voice when my boy said, This is his lover .”
“Get the fuck outta here. Why are ya niggas playing on my phone? I’m not the one pledging.” I laughed at the prank, although with all that had transpired with Dorian and his wife, I was slightly pissed. Khalil wasn’t aware of the details so I just smiled like everything was copasetic.
Khalil and his crew were headed to the movies. He invited me, but I declined. I got to meet his lady, Janet. She was a short, petite woman. Even in her presence, he didn’t make me feel any less special than I am.
• • •
I had found a few apartments in New York through an online broker with whom I had been working. I was scheduled to view them that week. I made travel arrangements and left Troy a message, hoping he could pick me up at the airport. I’d only be in town for two days. I couldn’t stay longer because I had commitments and had to get back soon.
While I was out shopping for lingerie, something I always did before a trip, I spoke with Troy. He told me about Dallas coming on to him at some party.
“So what happened?” I asked.
“She walked up on me while I was dancing to ‘Jook Gal’ by Elephant Man. She was bouncing her ass all over me. I walked away, went to the bar, and got a drink. She followed, ordered an apple martini. She ran some line about being too intoxicated to get home and her girl had bounced with some nigga.”
“And?”
“And, I wasn’t falling for her bullshit. I had my boy take her home. He called me the next day, said she gave him some pussy.”
“That’s it, huh?”
“No. She asked if you were my girlfriend.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I said we fuck. That pissed her off. She tried to shed some tears.”
His reply to Dallas aggravated me. He should have dealt with her ass, never allowing her to dance up on him, made it clearer that she had no chance in hell to get next to him.
“Can you pick me up from LaGuardia
Dorian called one day insisting that we meet. From the sound of his voice, something had him spooked. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t surrendering to his request.
I packed my things and left the office early. I wanted to go and take a much-needed nap. When I got home, I had several messages from some guy named Montez. He left a number for me. Before I could return his call, he phoned again.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hi. Sorry to bother you, but I really need to speak to you about your man,” he said.
“You have the wrong number.”
Click.
The phone rang again. “Hello,” I said.
“I’m talking about your man Dorian,” he stated. His words startled me as I went to hang up again.
“Don’t disconnect me again. Hear me out,” he said.
I don’t know why I didn’t end the call at that moment. For a few seconds, I remained speechless.
“This is his lover. I’ve been sleeping with Dorian for a year now. He said he was going to tell you, but I know he hasn’t.”
I fell silent as the man explained in explicit detail how they had been dating and Dorian was supposed to break up with me. I had heard enough.
“You still have the wrong number.”
When I hung up the phone, there was a lump in my throat the size of a bullfrog. I instantly felt like I couldn’t breathe. I thought of all the times I had sex with that short-dick man and how he loved fucking me in the ass. I had used a condom every time, but I still felt disgusted knowing Dorian probably had been sucking that man’s dick the same way he had licked my pussy.
It wasn’t long before I received a knock on the door. It was Khalil and some of his friends.
“What’s up, soror?” Khalil said, brushing past me.
“Hey, frat. What’s going on? What are you so elated about?”
“Because we got you, sis.”
“What do you mean?”
“You should have heard the frustration in your voice when my boy said, This is his lover .”
“Get the fuck outta here. Why are ya niggas playing on my phone? I’m not the one pledging.” I laughed at the prank, although with all that had transpired with Dorian and his wife, I was slightly pissed. Khalil wasn’t aware of the details so I just smiled like everything was copasetic.
Khalil and his crew were headed to the movies. He invited me, but I declined. I got to meet his lady, Janet. She was a short, petite woman. Even in her presence, he didn’t make me feel any less special than I am.
• • •
I had found a few apartments in New York through an online broker with whom I had been working. I was scheduled to view them that week. I made travel arrangements and left Troy a message, hoping he could pick me up at the airport. I’d only be in town for two days. I couldn’t stay longer because I had commitments and had to get back soon.
While I was out shopping for lingerie, something I always did before a trip, I spoke with Troy. He told me about Dallas coming on to him at some party.
“So what happened?” I asked.
“She walked up on me while I was dancing to ‘Jook Gal’ by Elephant Man. She was bouncing her ass all over me. I walked away, went to the bar, and got a drink. She followed, ordered an apple martini. She ran some line about being too intoxicated to get home and her girl had bounced with some nigga.”
“And?”
“And, I wasn’t falling for her bullshit. I had my boy take her home. He called me the next day, said she gave him some pussy.”
“That’s it, huh?”
“No. She asked if you were my girlfriend.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I said we fuck. That pissed her off. She tried to shed some tears.”
His reply to Dallas aggravated me. He should have dealt with her ass, never allowing her to dance up on him, made it clearer that she had no chance in hell to get next to him.
“Can you pick me up from LaGuardia
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